Hogsmeade was haunted. Like every place after him. It was buried under a thousand what ifs, a couple of stolen kisses and a broken promise she was trying her best not to remember.

So, Hermione did not want to go there.

Not when she was aware of all the triggering warnings.

Not when she knew that isolation was the only way to overcome her addiction.

Because Draco Malfoy was just that, right?

A bad habit, a toxic craving she would die and kill for. Anything and everything for just another taste.

She had to be strong. If her body didn´t receive any stimulus, her brain chemistry would get back to how it was, right?

She would be herself again. Right?

Hermione shook her head as she put on a pair of jeans and an oversize sweater. She praised herself for her choice, as nothing of it remembered of him and his skillful hands, and stepped up to meet Harry and Ron right outside The Great Hall.

She shouldn´t go there and she absolutely, utterly did not want to. But how could she deny Harry anything? When he was being consumed by darkness, drowned and pulled into it as every day went by. How could she deny him the only bit of normality he was able to get?

Hermione sighed as she took a seat on the Three Broomsticks.

A cold gush of wind chilled her back as the door opened, but she didn´t even flinch.

She liked the cold. Cold was good. Cold made her feel something.

She tightened her grip on the glass of butterbeer beneath her fingertips and poured some of its content between her lips.

-"Hermione"- Harry called out.-"What do you think?"

-"I think you are being paranoid."- she answered. "Why do they have to bring this up all the time? Why? Why? Why?, she mentally thought.

-"Paranoid?"- Ron repeated.-"It´s Malfoy"- he spat frowning his eyebrows.

-"That´s not a reason, Ronald."- she scolded.

-"Are you defending him?"- the redhead asked in surprise.- "After all the things he´s done to you? After all the times he had called you a…?"

-"I fucking know it all right."- she interrupted him gritting her teeth.- "I am not defending him and we are not having this conversation again. He may be a git but a death-eater? Come on. Why would Voldemort want a boy in his lines?"- she asked in a whisper.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, thinking about Hermione´s last words. Ignoring the fact that her eyes were burning and her cheeks were flushed. Not acknowledging her white knuckles circling the glass and her imperious need of changing the topic as Malfoy himself entered the place.

Great, she thought, taking a large swig of her drink. But her anger was short-lived as she saw a small figure following Draco´s footsteps. Tracey fucking whore Davis.

A buzzing sound invaded her ears, making her feel dizzy. She paled to the image of her fine hand intertwined with his long fingers. Air slipped from her lungs, her chest felt heavy and contracted as if a punch had been thrown at her.

Her heart was racing, pounding, so hard and so loud that every heartbeat made her body trembled. She breathed through her mouth, trying to ease her troubled mind, trying to appear calm when she was a fucking wreck.

He had warned her, though.

A shiver went down her spine. He had told her that he would be with her. With Tracey fucking Davis. The girl she had burnt alive. The girl she had been jealous and insecure about.

Hermione looked up, incapable of not following him with her eyes. Draco was sitting on one of the booths against the wall, facing her. She tried her best to look away but fuck him and his ability to pull her in like gravity. He slid all the way to allow Tracey to sit down next to him, inches from his body, before his hand fell on her lap and his thin lips on her long neck.

Every kiss he left on the girl´s skin was a punch in her stomach.

She gasped, out of breath as Draco kept pushing his PDA to the limits of obscenity.

Hermione made an effort to engage in the conversation, to laugh at Ron´s jokes, to comment on Harry´s thoughts on DADA classes. For a moment she almost succeeded, but she fell into pieces when his grey eyes pierced her.

The whole place started to spin madly on.

She could not breathe; she needed to get some air into her lungs as soon as possible. So she made up an excuse, an ability she was fond of lately, and went to the restrooms. However, she did not enter; she turned left and opened the staff door that led to an alley where rubbish was pile up in big containers.

There, in solitude she rested her head against the wall, feeling the humidity of the bricks crawling to her scalp.

Breath in, breath out, she said.

How was it possible? That a single person could have the effect of a hundred spells and potions on her? The agony of a cruciatus, the lack of will of an Imperius, the pain of an Expelliarmus, the obsessive infatuation of Amortentia…

She looked up, focusing on the grey clouds of the sky. A little snowflake fell on her right cheek and melted to the warmth of her skin.

Breath in, breath out, she repeated. There you go.

But when she was about to unwind and get inside to join her friends, an ominous presence joined her in the alley.

Draco fucking Malfoy.

The pale shade of his porcelain skin was enhanced by the contrast of it against his dark coat.

Hermione was paralyzed. Another spell to the collection of effects he already had on her.

He advanced steadily, eyes on her. She felt like a prey about to be devoured. But nothing inside her screamed "run", so she stayed still, trying to show strength in spite of her shivering body.

Draco twisted his lips into a smirk, facing her only a few inches away.

-"Granger, Granger…"- he said in a sweetened tone.-"What are you doing here all alone?"- he whispered tilting her head to her.- "Did you see something that upset you?"- a cruel smile took over his face.- "I told you that this was going to happen, love. I told you I was going to kiss the most beautiful girl in the class."- he leant back, pretending to be surprised.-"Wait a minute. You thought that was you?"- he asked taking her chin with his hand.

Hermione flinched, but didn´t surrender to the nauseating feeling of anguish that was piercing her guts.

No. Instead, she shifted to the only side of her that could put up with his derogatory demeanor.

-"The question is…"- Hermione started softly, feeling adrenaline rushing in her veins.- "Why are you here if you are with the most beautiful girl in the class?"- Draco´s mouth transformed into a flat line, his nostrils flared.-"Stop the show Malfoy and go back to your whore. I don´t have time for your usual stalking."- Hermione said in disdain.

Good, she thought. That came out as if she actually meant it.

-"Always picking up a fight…."- Draco muttered lighting a cigarette.-"Though I must say that jealousy really suits you"- he exclaimed grabbing a wild lock of her hair.

-"Jealousy?"- Hermione inquired rolling back her shoulder so he removed his hand from her. –"Please, keep your little devious display. Madame Rosmerta might offer you two a room."- she looked at him defiantly.- "I hope Pomfrey worked fast. Otherwise, you´ll encounter so many burnt scars…"-her lips curved up.-" and we both know how fond you are of velvet-like skin…."- Malfoy´s eyes sparkled in silver to the memory of what she was implying. – "I wonder…if she is as dull and plain in bed as she is in duels…"

-"Don´t worry about that, Granger."- Malfoy said in his signature smile.-"I´ll tell you all about it later."

Ouch. That was a fucking uppercut to her jaw.

-"Can´t wait"- Hermione said, hiding the blow of his words.

Draco putted out his smoke and greeted her with a nod, before walking a few strides to the door. When his hand was on the knob, something made him turned.

-"Perhaps…"- he started, walking every step back to her.-"You´d like to be in her place."- his fingers brushed the watery trail the snowflake has left on her cheek. –"You´d like me to fuck you."- Hermione could not repress a shudder this time. Bloody hell. Of course she wanted that, her body was aching. She needed him. She craved him. For Merlin´s sake! she was already wet. Draco acknowledged every change. The subtle shade of pink her cheeks had acquired, her parted lips and heavy breathing, the bat of her lashes. It pleased him deeply. To know she could not help herself when he was around. To know that he still had power over her. – "Would you, love?"- he asked teasingly, ghosting her breasts with his hand.- "Would you like to go first?" Hermione raised her arm and pushed him hardly. That last question awakened her from the trance his easy words and soft touch had gotten her into.

-"Oh, Malfoy…"- she said in a patronizing voice.-"I assume you want to leave a good impression. So you´d better not put a lot on your plate."- Hermione raised her chin, tasting the flavor of victory in her mouth.

-"How thoughtful of you, Granger." –Draco exclaimed, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.- "Now, remind me…"- he said putting his face palm against the wall, inches from Hermione´s neck.- "Was it after the fourth…"- his eyes rolled up and down her face, stopping a few extra seconds in her lips.- "or the fifth time at the prefect´s bathroom that your legs ended up shaking uncontrollably due to the amount of orgasms you have had?"

May God have mercy of her soul and kill the fucking bastard.

Hermione gasped. Her eyes and mouth opened in a synchronized gesture.

-"The fifth."- she whispered in shock, feeling her cheeks burning.

-"Then, I don't have anything to worry about"- he said winking at her, before he turned on his heels to leave.

-"Draco"- the girl called out walking towards him. The Sly halted to the sound of his name and turned around slowly. Her beauty struck him as it always did. How beautiful she was with that blush on her face and her eyes sparkling.- "Fine. Go. Fuck her."- she said bitterly, walking another step closer to him.- "Fuck her and every other whore you want."- her chin raised defying him.- "But no one would know you like I do."- she added brushing her lips.- "get you like I do."- her hand fell on his sweater and slid across his chest.- "touch you like I do."- she pressed harder against him. She could feel his heart racing under her fingertips.- "I´ve seen the darkness of your soul and I fucking looked back."- her eyes rolled up and down his face, grazing his aristocratic features.

She moved past him, stretching her arm to open the door and leave. But the second her hand was on the knob a locking sound was heard loud and clear. She didn´t even have time to turn around because her head hit the humid wall as Malfoy pushed her against it in a rough movement. She tried to escape but two ropes emerged from the bricks keeping her restrained, unable to move, to run.

-"Malfoy"- she scolded.-"What the hell?"- her arms fought for they release though she couldn´t budge an inch.-" This isn´t funny. Harry and Ron will come for…."

-"You think you know it all. Don´t you?"- he asked, twisting his hand to tighten her ties.- "That you know me so well…."- he added pressing his body against her.- "Guess what, princess. I know you, too."- he whispered in her ear. His hand drifted in the valley of her breasts, caressing the wool of her sweater, feeling her chest swelling as she breathed.- "For instance, I am aware of how fucking wet you might be…"- his words were followed by his skillful fingers unbuttoning her jeans, pulling the zipper down.

-"No"- Hermione cried out.- "Stop it."

-"If you know me as well as you claimed, you´ll know that I won´t…"- he muttered, playing with the hem of her underwear.-"Haven´t seen these…"- his eyes roamed the cotton of her white panties before his fingers joined them. One of them got under the fabric, brushing his clit along the way, finding its place between her folds. –"Oh bloody hell, you are so ready…."- he groaned as her slick dripped on his finger. He pushed it forward, feeling her walls clenching around it. Her warmth spread to his hand and he got lost in the overwhelming sensation of having her at his mercy.

But Hermione held her ground. She was determined not to show any signs of pleasure, of lust whatsoever. It didn´t matter that her body had betrayed her, her mind was strong enough.

-"Playing hard to get, love?"- Draco said, and a second finger thrusted harder. She flinched this time and the smallest of moans sprout from her lips.- "That´s it pet. Give in. Don´t fight it…".

Fucking asshole. The word made her throbbed, and the vibrating sensation in her core was enhanced when another one of his long fingers got inside her. She couldn´t help it. She couldn´t fight it. Her belly contracted to the rhythm of his thrusts and she pushed her hips forward to magnify his warming touch.

-"There you go…"- he whispered in her ear, absolutely pleased with himself.- "Show me how bad you want it…"- his stroke got harder, faster.-"Show me how you´d fuck me…"

Hermione had lost her consciousness, her free will.

She did as she was told, and rolled her hips back and forth, wanting more, wanting him.

-"Oh…look at you…"- Draco growled.-"I´d fuck you so hard…"- his words only made her body writhed and moved faster.- "I want to feel how you come on my fingers. Come for me pet…"- he commanded, accelerating his moves, pulling the strings that would drive her on edge.

The girl was beyond all rational repression. She yielded to his touch, to his minty breath growing heavier in her ear, to his body writhing against hers, to his eyes, his silver eyes drowned in lust and desire.

He was irresistible.

Unstoppable.

Fucking magnificent.

So she came.

Hard.

Good.

So good that her mind was set free a few seconds before it returned to her body.

-"Good girl."- he praised removing his fingers and putting one in her mouth. Hermione sucked in, licking it as it went all the way inside, staring at him the whole time. Draco´s eyes were drenched in pleasure and satisfaction. He then slid the tip of his tongue provocatively against his fingers before casting all the counter spells.

-"Draco"- Hermione called out, buttoning her jeans after a scourgify. Her cheeks were flustered, the fresh and dazed look of sex framed her features.-"Fuck her from behind."- he raised an eyebrow.- "That way it would be easier to think about me while you are at it."

And then she left.

Not turning back.

Not seeing the puzzled face Draco Malfoy made.

Hello!
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I´ve been writing a lot but not publishing! Bad bad girl.

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